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POEMS 



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Life in the Country 



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BEN J. Fr BROWN 

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Tenth Edition, Revised and Richly Illustrated 



"Copyright April, 1921, by Benj. F. Brown 



PROVIDENCE, R. I. 
1921 






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INDEX 

A Bunch of Violets 48-50 

After Huckleberries (Illustrated) 32-33 

After the Shower (Illustrated) 50-5l 

Along the River Banks (Illustrated) 90-91 

Always Wear a Smile (Illustrated) 30-31 

A Light from Paradise 78 

Baby Rob (Illustrated) 24-25 

Beneath the Old Elm Tree (Illustrated) 46-47 

Blue Fringed Gentian (Illustrated) 56-57 

Daisies 54 

Falling Leaves 83 

Gideon Smith, the Joiner 28 

Going a Fishing (Illustrated) 26-27 

Goldenrod (Illustrated) 58-59 

Haying, Some Memory Talks 71 

Tn Memory's Chamiber (Illustrated) 34-35 

In the Trundle-bed (Illustrated) 92-93 

In the Forest (Illustrated) 72-73 

In the High-Back Sleigh (Illustrated) 60-61 

Nature's Play (Illustrated) 48-49 

October Days 58 

On the Old Farm (Illustrated) 14-16 

One Summer Night (Illustrated) 74-75 

Peace 54 

Peep, Peep, Peep (Illustrated) 52 

Popping the Question 86 

Ringing of the Chimes 77-78 

Roses 8 

School Days in the Country^ 66 

Sing Me a Song (Illustrated) 10-11 

Smiling Faces 55 

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INDEX 

Springtime (Illustrated) 82 

The Angels' Sweetest Song 7b 

That Morning Ride 83 

The Cottager (Illustrated) 80-81 

The Country Boy (Illustrated) 20-22 

The Curtain of Night (Illustrated) 8 

The Hills of Old New England (Illustrated) 36-37 

The Husking Party 89 

The Rainy Day in July 62-63 

There's Light Ahead (Illustrated) 41 

Those Cowhide Boots 29 

The Old Farm House 38 

The Old Ring Game 19 

The Old Woolen Jacket 70 

The School Exhibition 88 

The Schoolhouse on the Hill (Illustrated) 18-19 

The Sea (Illustrated) 64-65 

The Sea Mystery (Illustrated) 68-69 

The Singing School 40 

The Summer Morn 7 

The Summer Night . . . : 90 

The Sunset (Illustrated) 7 

The Swell, Mollie and the Lilies (Illustrated) 44-45 

The Two Old Men 24 

The Vacation Rest (Illustrated) 42-43 

The Winter Day (Illustrated) 84-85 

Wild Strawberries 22-23 

Winter (Illustrated) 12-13 

Yellow Cowslips (Illustrated) 52 

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9 Kepler St., Providence, R. L, for a copy of this book, 
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INTRODUCTORY 

T^HIS little volume of verses has many 
-■- lines which, while I read, make me, in 
imagination, actually present among the scenes 
and with the associations there portrayed — 
in fact, these verses are born of my life in 
the country among the hills and valleys ot 
New England, born of my schooldays in the 
"schoolhoiuse on the hill," of the days on the 
"old farm," of the "school exhibitions," "sing- 
ing schools," and many other happy times in 
childhood, youth, and later years. 

I hope these verses may touch the feelings 
of many who read them, and that, like the 
treasures in our memories, "while we sit by 
the fireside and ponder them o'er," peace may 
"comfort our hearts like a sweet benediction." 

On the "Old Farm" was the home of my 
boyhood, and many years ago the home of 
General Israel Putnam, famous in the records 
of the War of the Revolution. I cordially 
welcome the readers of this little book; 

B. F. BROWN. 




The day's farewell to the summer night." Photo by Miss Oostdyk. 
In Michigan. 



POEMS 

From Life's Experience 



THE SUMMER MORN 

A blush of pink melting in the blue 

With a lingering star just peeping through, 

A glow of light where the robin sings, 

The breath of the roses' blossomings, 

The silvery webs on the meadow grass, 

With tiny dewdrops overcast. 

The soft air stirred by the waking breeze 

To a low sweet song through the leafy trees, 

A thrill of joy in our souls newborn, — 

All tell of the beautiful summer morn. 

— From "New England Mazazine," by B. F. Brown. 



THE SUNSET 



A royal gem was the rosy west, 
Of heaven's works the loveliest, 
Draped with a sheen of opal light, 
The day's farewell to the summer night. 

We watched while the Artist changed its tone, 
Till the brightest tints had softer grown. 
And as we gazed on the picture fair, 
We felt the hand of the Master there. 



POEMS FROM LIFE'S EXPERIENCE 



THE CURTAIN OF NIGHT 

Over the shadowy trees it falls. 
Over the ivy-mantled walls. 
Over each stone and silent grave. 
Over the church from tower to nave, 
Over the city that tries in vain 
To win its light the day again, 

Over the sea till each darkening roll 
Grown darker and black like a ruined soul, 
Over us all with insistent creep 
Falls the curtain of night 
Till the world is asleep. 



ROSES 

Down in the garden I wandered one morn, 

Looking for roses sweet ; 
Roses in blossom with night dews thereon, 

Robed in a beauty complete. 
Searching, I found the fairest ones there. 

Born while the stars shone above ; 
Breathing their fragrance, their perfume rare. 

Sweet as a message of love. 

Only the best of the roses I took, 

Roses I knew she would prize ; 
Payment in full would be her kind look. 

Just a look from the dearest blue eyes. 
I gave her the roses, said never a word, 

But watched the light shine in her eyes. 
And then, in return, no language was heard, 

Her gift was the sweetest surprise. 




"Over the shadowy trees it falls." 

Photo by Dairies & Nichols. Part College Campus, 

Ann Arbor, Mich. 



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SING ME A SONG 

Sing me a song from the long ago, 
As she sang so true and sweet, 
Till her smile appears 
Through the mists of years, 
The smile that I loved to meet. 

Sing me the song that my sweetheart sang 
On the beach one summer night, 

While the breakers dashed 

On the rocks and flashed 
Like diamonds in moonlight bright. 

Sing me a song that the winsome girl 
Sang in the old town hall. 

Till each felt a thrill 

And the house grew still ; 
'Twas the song that charmed them all. 

Sing me the song that mj- mother sang 
When I was a little child 

In her arms to keep 

Till I fell asleep 
While close to my face she smiled. 

Just one more song, for 'twill not be long 
E're I'll hear the angels sing 

With a sweeter tone 

Than I've ever known 
In the palace of the King. 



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"Sing me the song that my mother sang 

When I was a little child." 

Photo by Sabine, Providence, R. I. 



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WINTER 

How the wind whistles and rattles the blinds 
While the rain and sleet strike the window panes, 

And the Storm-King marshals his hosts and hnds 
Every place where a hole or crevice remains. 

The snow sifts in when the gusts fly past. 
The drifts whirl over the garden wall. 

The storms of winter are here at last 
Draping the sky with a leaden pall. 

The back-log lies in the wide fireplace. 
And the burning embers search its heart, 

While the glowing fire creeps on apace. 
Tearing its sinews of oak apart. 

Let the storm go on, we defy the cold, 

We are cosy and warm in the lamp-lit room, 

While the apples roast in the ashes old 
And the walnuts crack to meet their doom 



We gather around the fireside now 
And talk of the days in the long ago, 

Of the glorious times we had and how 

We would race our steeds over ice and snow. 



Let the winter come, there are joys it brings 
To the boys and girls, to the young and old : 

Every snow-clad hill in the moonlight sings 

Of the "mansions fair and the streets of gold." 



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How the wind whistles and rattles the blinds.' 
Photo by W. Mizunuma. In Oregon 



POEMS FROM LIFE'S EXPERIENCE 



ON THE OLD FARM 

Far away on the dear old farm 
Is a home with a lasting charm. 

Old and gray ; 
Its roof with moss is covered 
Where the waving branches hovered 

Many a day. 

How often has the dawning 
Of a beautiful June morning, 

Long ago, 
At my window blushed while telling 
Of the roses sweetly smelling, 

Just below. 

The beauti', like a blessing. 
Of Nature, sweet, caressing, 

Filled the air; 
The woods and fields were glorious, 
And summer reigned victorious 

Everywhere. 

In meadows sweet with haying 
.We, happy children playing, 

Wandered free ; 
The birds sang gaily o'er us 
While we would join the chorus. 

Full of glee. 

The round-eyed daisies, spying 

The blue where clouds were flying, • 

Seemed to say : 
"Though sweet at times life's story. 
Up yonder lies its glory, 

Far away." 



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'The round-eyed daisies, spying." Photo by Phil M. Riley 



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Beside the brooklet flowing 

We found fair gentians growing, 

Heavenly blue; 
And later, nuts delicious 
Encased in burrs malicious. 

Two by two. 

Of work we made a pleasure 
In filling many a measure, 

Husking corn; 
Plump turkeys, 'round us feeding, 
Thanksgiving all unheeding. 

Fatal morn. 

By fireside's ruddy glow, 
Outside, the drifting snow, — 

We would meet; 
With apples, ripe and red, 
And nuts on table spread. 

Such a treat. 

And as the flames leaped higher 
We, gazmg in the lire, 

Seemed to see 
Old Santa Claus, gifts bringing. 
While Christmas bells were ringing 

Merrily. 

We had no thought of sorrow, 
'Twas joy today, tomorrow, 

1 hen, — always. 
Ah. me. as years grow older. 
The world seems hard and colder, 

Shorn of rays. 

But far beyond its toiling. 
Beyond its sad turmoiling. 

Shines the light 
Of Heaven, a joy forever. 
Where the bright day shall never 

End in night. 

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A Song 
THE SCHOOLHOUSE ON THE HILL 

In the golden summer morning, 

Down the sunny winding road, 
By the verdant, liowery meadows; 

How my heart with joy o'eriiowed — 
O, the happy days of childhood, 

Recollection brings a thrill, 
As in fancy now 1 wander 

Near the schoolhouse on the hill. 

Birds are singing by the wayside. 

There's a nest 'mid bowers of green. 
Berries ripe stain little fingers 

While they search the briars between; 
Wealth of beauty, joy and sunshine. 

Nature's best our longings fill 
While we trudge along the pathway 

Towards the schoolhouse on the hill. 

Blue the skies that shine above it, 

Curtained by the whispering trees, 
Rich the memories clustering round it, 

Sweeter than the summer breeze. 
Smooth and hollow is its doorstep, 

Worn and thin its ancient sill 
By the little feet that entered 

In the schoolhouse on the hill. 

There's a chamber in my memory, 

In my heart are held the keys, 
And its treasure, schooldaj's' sweetheart 

W ill remain till heavens' release : 
Though the years have cast their shadows, 

Yet, through all there linger still, 
Visions of my little sweetheart 

In the schoolhouse on the hill. 

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THE OLD RING GAME 

■*0n the carpet here we stand, 
Take your true-love by the hand, 
Take the one that you love best 
Before ycu close your eyes to rest." 

There v.as one little girl with the auburn curl 

And she knew that ^'ou loved her best, 
For 'twas always the same in playing that game, 

You would take her and leave the rest. 
But that one little girl with the auburn curl 

Had a choice of her own to show, 
,And your heart would ache when she chose to take 

'that boy with his hair like tow. 




'In the golden summer morning." Photo by W. L. Pond. 
In Brooklyn, Conn. 

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THE COUNTRY BOY 

On a tick filled with straw, sleeping soundly he lay, 
A sleep that was perfect, for labor, part pay ; 
No youth in the city could ever enjoy 
The pleas;;re of rest as much as that boy. 

The calls of the morning awaken the lad, 
Shirt, pants, one suspender, enough, he's full clad; 
Not a minute is wasted, for all of the cows 
Must be milked before sunrise and turned out to 
browse. 

No short hours of labor has this country boy, 
He knows that no farmer could that way enjoy; 
For when winter arrived the purse would be lean 
And a struggle till springtime the only path seen. 

After breakfast 'tis pleasant, in garden and field 
To work with a will for a good harvest yield, 
There's planting and hoeing and haying-time, too, 
And two holidays, just jewels for you. 

Twas no hardship to work, how often T think 
Of the days, hoeing corn, how the proud bobolink 
Just sings till his throat seems bursting with glee 
And all of his song is intended for me. 

O, don't you remember the day at the fair. 
Every one whom you knew was sure to be there, 
And bashful and awkward, your feelings awhirl, 
You could look, more than talk, when you met that 
dear girl. 



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In winter the parties, the sleighing, the school, 
The games played at noontime, be fair was the rule ; 
The good-night at the ending, the slide down the hill, 
And pleasures, full man}-, the winter would fill. 

O, bo3'S in the cities, who think that 3'ou live 
And have better times than the countr}- can give; 
Know this to be true, that the bright country lad 
Has pleasures far more than you ever have had. 

Fast life in the city, like brass covered with gold. 
Becomes artificial and spoils when it's old; 
But life in the country, lived true to the end. 
Has all nature's charms that life to befriend. 



WILD STRAWBERRIES 

There were plenty of them in the "sidehill" lot, 
And how we would search for the thickest spot ; 
In June was the time for the largest yield. 
But 'twas hoeing time in the big cornfield. 
Just so many rows we .must hoe in a day 
Before we could leave and scamper away ; 
And so we would start in the early morn 
To hoe out the weeds in that field of corn. 

By working hard, a short rest at noon, 
W'e would finish by middle of afternoon, 
And then with a will, no time to waste, 
W^e would rush to that place for a strawberry taste. 
When o.ur pails were full we would pick and eat. 
In vain to resist, they were luscious and sweet ; 
For supper that night, with sugar and cream 
And new bread and butter a feast it would seem ; 



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POEMS FROM LIFE'S EXPERIENCE 

We would empty our saucers and ask for more, 
Strawberries, strawberries, berries galore. 
Then the cows must be milked, pigs and chickens fed 
And the chores all done, we were ready for bed. 
Picking wild strawberries, those days in June 
When Nature seems singing in perfect tune. 
Then hurrying home ere the sun has set 
Is a picture fair in my memory yet. 




"In the sidehill lot." 
Photo by Beckwith. In Michigan. 



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SUNRISE IN LIFE 

Baby Rob 

Little eyes of blue and rosy cheeks, 
Smiles and dimples when mother speaks 
Golden ringlets round tiny ears, 
Always so jolh', never in tears; 
A sweet little voice no language knowing 
But baby laughter and baby crowing, 
Bright as an angel from above. 
Born for happiness, born to love; 
Could ever there be a sight more fair 
Than baby Rob with the golden hair? 



SUNSET IX LIFE 
The Two Old Men 



They sat by the old fireplace, 
Smoking their pipes in peace, 

Having done their part in life, 

From toll they had reached release 

They talked and laughed, and told 
Of things in the old home town, 

Of the boys they used to know 

Who now had gained renown. 

Each saw in memory's hall 

Bright scenes and happy days, 
And many mistakes they made 

In the parting of the ways ; 
But now, they'd certainly be 

Like Solomon, very wise. 
And, feeling they knew it all. 

The rest of the bovs advise. 



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Baby Rob 



POEMS FROM LIFE'S EXPERIENCE 



GOING A FISHING 

'Twas a day I shall always remember, 
A most beautiful day in September, 

Not a cloud in the sky 

And our spirits were high ; 
Life, with us, was far from an ember. 

All the summer we boys had been wishing 
For the time when we could go fishing. 
So we cut some birch poles, 
Dug the worms from mud holes. 
While mother our luncheon was dishing. 

Then we harnessed old black and the gray. 
Hitched them fast to an ancient coupe, 
Put in bait, hook and line, 
Stuck the poles out behind. 
And our rollicking crew sped away. 

By upland and valley and meadow, 
'Neath cloudland and sunlight and shadow. 
Down the white sandy road 
Where the goldenrod glowed 
Near the red of the sumac, in yellow. 

Soon the pond, a fair picture in blue, 

And some flat-botto.med boats came in view ; 

So we slackened our speed, 

Tied the horses for feed. 
And bid summer's labor adieu. 

O that day, it was surely a winner, 
For we caught lots of fishes for dinner 

And with appetites big. 

Drove home in our rig. 
Eat them all, or else, I'm a sinner. 



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GIDEON SMITH, THE JOINER 

"Carpenter & Joiner." that was his sign, 
But he'd join everything that entered his mind; 
The first baby show in the old Town Hall 
He joined and joined in the baby squall. 

Later he joined in the primary class, 
Joined the teacher in kissing a beautiful lass, 
Joined in the singing, then joined in the prayer, 
And in every quarrel that happened there. 

Still later, when larger and able to play. 
Joined all the ball clubs that came in his way; 
He joined in licking the umpire, too. 
Whenever the chap wouldn't join in his view. 

O, that Gideon Smith, he joined the church 
And societies, all he could find by search, 
The Masons, the Elks, the Odd Fellows, too. 
Why, he joined them all and longed for new. 

He joined with Salomie in wedlock bands. 
Then joined with the preacher in holding her hands: 
He ioined in living with her the life 
That made them happy, as man and wife. 

He joined the crowd that went to his grave. 
But there, left alone, just his record to save., 
He concluded to leave and join Gideon's band 
And in singing the songs in the heavenly land. 



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THOSE COWHIDE BOOTS 

How well I remember in days of old 
Those cowhide boots in the village sold, 
How every boy must have a pair 
In winter days for him to wear ; 
Then with woolen stockings his mother knit, 
And bright new boots his feet to fit, 
He would feel as proud as any king, 
When towards the school he was hurrying. 

And when the snows of winter came, 

If wet his feet, he was to blame. 

For beeswax, tallow and neatsfoot oil. 

All melted hot, was the kind of spoil 

He must rub on his boots, for his father said, 

"Boys grease your boots 'fore you go to bed, 

Then put them behind the stove to dry, 

And do it now, not by and by." 

At morning, ere the rise of sun. 

The forenoon chores must all be done. 

Then buckwheat cakes and maple syrup 

Unending appetite would stir up ; 

Next, in deep snow 'twas pure delight 

To wear those boots with pants tied tight 

Around the legs for barricade, 

A wise protection mother made. 

From tramping in the snow till night. 
Those boots would shrink till awful tight. 
The bootjack seemed the only way 
To pull them off— they meant to stay. 
Sometimes your brother, very kind, 
W'hile you with one foot pushed behind, 
Between his legs would take the other 
And pull till ended was your bother. 



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ALWAYS WEAR A SMILE 

There's never a darkened forest 
That the sunlight doesn't peep in 

And help each budding plant 
A beautiful life to win. 

There's never a raging tempest 

No power of man can quell, 
But He, who rules the storm, 

Speaks peace, and all is well. 

There's never a day so drear}-, 
Or a night so sad and lone. 
But passing, life is brighter 
If we live its p.urest tone. 

There's never a cloud so darksome. 
Or a shadow across the way. 

But will vanish like dew in the meadow 
In the morn of a summer day. 

So fight life's battle bravely 

And always wear a smile, 
Compared with a lasting victory, 

'Tis fight but a little while. 



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•And help each budding plant a beautiful life to win. 
Photo by De Vault- In Michigan 



POEMS FROM LIFE'S EXPERIENCE 



AFTER HUCKLEBERRIES 

Did you ever go for berries in the pasture lot, 

Go barefoot, where thistles prick, to find the thickest 

spot? 
Six-quart pails you used to fill, nothing else would do, 
Mother wanted them for pies, and 'twas up to you. 

In those August days, you know, it was awful hot, 
Largest berries never grew in a shady spot ; 
So when you were melting fast, tired from the heat. 
You would break the bushes down, find a shady seat. 

Underneath those big oak trees, just a mile from school, 
There you'd pick the berries off. feeling nice and cool ; 
Then you'd go and break some more, bring a big pile 

back. 
Dodging thistles here and there and the wasp's attack. 

You would never go alone, all the neighbors knew 
Where to send their boys and girls, where best berries 

grew •, 
So there was a jolly time, every pail was full. 
When suddenly appeared in sight the farmer's angry 

bull. 



He bellowed loud and pawed the earth, we scampered 

towards the wall 
And safely reached the other side with no one hurt 

at all. 
But berries ! there they stayed all day, and there they 

stayed all night, 
And there, perhaps, they're staying now if that big 

bull's in sight. 



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IN MEMORY'S CHAMBER 

In the chamber of memory are beautiful treasures. 

Enticing us often to enter its doors; 
Its pictures are full of the dearest of pleasures, 

And, O, how we long just to live them once more 
How swift sped the hours, how bright was the sunlight. 

How happy the seasons those pictures recall, 
Through the veil of the past their radiance glimmers, 

Like the glow of the sunset when night shadows fall, 



One canvas, presenting a scene of my childhood, 

Shows sweet little faces and white slumber clothes 
Encircling the fireside, whose bright, sparkling embers 

Discover the darlings just warming their toes. 
Another I see. — now the years have grown older, 

And softly the moonlight its drapery throws 
Round a beautiful face, nestling close to my shoulder 

Enchanting and sweeter than June's blushing rose 

There are moments so precious, they sparkle like dia- 
monds, 

There are hours rich as rubies, whose record is there 
There are days, like rare gems, when the blue arch oi 
Heaven 

Seems the curtain of Paradise, wondrously fair. 
These treasures are ours, ours now and forever, 

Their beauty unfading, time adds to their store; 
Peace comforts our hearts, like a sweet benediction, 

While we sit by the firelight and ponder them o'er. 



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A Song 
THE HILLS OF OLD NEW ENGLAND 

O, the hills of old New England, 

How the pictures come and go 
As my fancy paints their beauty 

'Mid tl:e scenes of long ago; 
The old home beneath the maples 

Where the happy children play, 
E'en now their voices reach me 

Till it seems but yesterday. 

On a hill of old New England 

By the spreading boughs of green 
Stands the schoolhouse of my boyhood; 

Many years now roll between — 
Let tl.e past become the present, 

Brush the mists of years away, 
And once more upon that hillside 

Life is all a holiday. 

O, the hills of old New England, 

Rolling on 'neath summer skies. 
Forest-crowned or waving verdure, 

How their glory fills our eyes; 
Alany lands Fve traveled over. 

On their sunny slopes to rest, 
But the hills of old New England 

Are the ones I love the best. 



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THE OLD FARM HOUSE 

Go a mile or so from the old grist mill 

On through the woods where 'tis dark and still 

Up the grassy road, at the top of the hill 

Is the old farm house alone and bare, 

For a century past it has stood there, 

And now like a tramp is devoid of care. 

Go up in the garret and there you will spy 
Many things that were used in the days gone by, 
There are pots and kettles that never again 
Will be hung by hooks on the swinging crane, 
In the wide fireplace, over burning wood 
Where grandmother cooked and 'twas always good. 

A carpet loom by the window stands, 

To be used no more by the weaver's hands ; 

Back close to the eaves is the trundle-'bed, 

Imagine, in years that now have fled. 

How it held the little ones through the night 

Till early they woke at morning light; 

No one of those little ones dared to go 
When winds around the house would blow. 
Up in the garret in dark of. night 
Guiding their way by candle light. 
Afraid of the ghosts that might be there, 
Or a raggedy man on the topmost stair. 

Right back of the house a barn once stood. 
Now boards and beams that are far from good, 
The garden is full of weeds for a crop 
Some of them clim'bing over the top; 
A broken-down curb isc over the well, 
WTiat its contents are no one can tell. 
And the old farm house has nothing to show 
'Twas a happy home in the long ago. 

(Not far from the "wolf den") 

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THE SINGING SCHOOL 

Now all together, high from low. 
Do, ra, mi. fa. sol. la. ci. do ; 
Just follow me and sing just so. 
Do, ci, la. sol. fa. mi, ra. do. 

The violin as he swings the bow 
Brings out the sounds, now high, now low, 
And the teacher, singing and playing, too, 
Is an awesome sight to his country crew. 

"And now," he says, "I will voices test; 
You, Thomas Jones, just sing your best." 
And Tom gives forth a rumbling roar, 
A bass untrimmed and something more. 

"Now, Mary Ann, it's up to you ; 
Just show me now what you can do." 
And the healthy blonde, with the yellow hair. 
Soprano proves while the hearers stare. 

"A voice I heard in the rear end seat, 
Will Billy Smith the tone repeat?" 
Then Smith, he gave a piercing yell, 
Till the oil lamps shook, 'twas a tenor spell. 

"An alto now we want to hear, 
I think we have one sitting near." 
And Nellie sang, a voice so sweet. 
That all the school said, "Please repeat.** 

And so he picked them, one by one, 
Till finally the task was done ; 
And singing school in the old town hall 
Was started in the early fall. 



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THERE'S LIGHT AHEAD 



Though dark the way for many a day 

Till hope is almost gone; 
Cheer up, in time the sun will shine, 

'Tis better further on. 
In the forest path comes an aftermath, 

Though shady and dark awhile. 
There's light ahead, through the opening 

Where the sunlight gives a smile. 



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THE VACATION REST 

Here in the country a few short weeks, 
Here where Nature its language speaks, 
Speaks with a voice that is sweet and low, 
Speaks with its beauties' overflow. 
Over me gaily the white clouds sail. 
Over each hill and fertile vale, 
Songs of the birds and low of the kine. 
Songs never written and all are mine. 
Gone are the worries, toil, and strife. 
Gone are the burdens of city life; 
Life while I linger is passing sweet. 
Life full of joy that is joy complete. 

The lights and shadows o'er waving grass 

Like fairies dance when the cloudlets pass ; 

In the valley of peace the river glides. 

Seeking afar for the ocean tides. 

Grassy the banks, and the odors sweet 

Of the lilies' bloom near the birds' retreat. 

Go to the country a few short weeks. 

Go where Nature its language speaks. 

Go, yes go, though you go alone. 

For, your strength increased, your cares o'erthrown 

The storms of life will try in vain 

To wreck your bark when home again. 



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'Gone are the burdens of city life." 
Ln Michigan 



Photo by Beckwith 



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THE SWELL, MOLLIE AND THE LILIES 

From the city he came in his suit of pure white. 
Hat, stockings and shoes, just the same, his delight; 
He intended to sta}- just a week at the farm, 
A sweet country girl living there was the charm. 
He thought, dressed so nice and with cigarette too. 
Country boys would abscond when he came in view ; 
But Tom, Jim, and Harry just laughed at the sight 
And vowed they would fix him before it was night. 

So the boys winked at Alollie, who drew him away 
And said, "I do want some pond lilies today, 
There's a lot in the pond, 'tis a beautiful walk." 
And he, thus enticed, grew soft in his talk. 
Then through the soft meadow so lightly she trod. 
He, eager to follow, sank his feet in the sod, 
Mollie, laughing, called back, "O, leave your shoes there 
For when we get home Jim will lend you a pair." 

Over walls, bogs, and briars she led him with ease, 
He stumbled and fell, tore his pants from his knees, 
Mollie then looking back j.ust laughed till she cried 
When she saw a tree branch rip his coat off one side 
And puncture his hat which was caught by the way 
He was trying to save a few clothes in the fray. 
"Never mind," shouted Molly, when we go home tonight 
Tom will lend you some clothes, but they're not very 
white." 

Now the pond soon appeared, a most beautiful sight, 
With lilies a plenty, jusf a scene of delight; 
He determined to win and get lilies galore. 
But sank in the mud not far from the shore; 
Mollie called, and the boys with ropes yanked hi.m out 
All streaked and black, just a ragged dish clout; 
Then the country crowd cried, "Go take the next train 
And don't dress in white if you come here again." 

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Mollie and the Li]ie<5 
Photo by De Vault. In Michig^an 



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A Song 
BENEATH THE OLD ELM TREE 

I wandered near the old home 

Where, in the long ago. 
There lived a happy maiden 

Who kept my heart aglow ; 
I sat, where oft we lingered. 

Beneath the old elm tree, 
And in my memory captured 

Her voice of rnelody. 

Her smiling face, enchanting, 

Drew near, and I could see 
Her witching roguish glances, 

Lovelight bestowed on me, 
And in my dream I held 

Her dear warm hand in mine. 
And once more felt the rapture 

Of love almost divine. 

Then waking, gazed about me. 

The night grew dark and cold ; 
Alas ! 'twas but a vision, 

My days were growing old; 
With longing I reached backward 

To grasp those days of yore, — 
The elm tree branches whispered, 

Soft whispered, "nevermore." 



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wanuered near the old home." Photo by Dr. E. F. Beckwith 
In Michigan 



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NATURE'S PLAY 

Blue is the sky dome over the green, 
Golden the sunshine sifting between 
Branches that lazily sway in the breeze, 
Showering the shadows under the trees 
With arrows of light from the quiver of noon, 
By the bow whose arch is the bright sky of June. 

Sweet is the air with the perfume of flowers 
Yielding their life through the long sunny hours ; 
With the song of the birds and the kiss of the dawn 
To give them a welcome, their beauty was born. 
And now seeks the sun its nightly repose, 
While over its couch drapes a curtain of rose. 

The clouds rolling upward in waves from the west. 
Wear the colors of heaven with silvery crest, 
Where the moon proudly sailing disperses her light 
Till the little stars modestly creep out of sight. 
These beautiful charms of the night and the day 
Are glorious acts in Nature's grand play. 



A Song 

A BUNCH OF VIOLETS 

Only a bunch of violets sweet, 

Only a vision of heavenly blue ; 

Only blue eyes -they love to meet. 

Only a token t>f love for you. 

Only a little gift 'tis true. 

Yet when you look with your eyes of blue 

Over them fondly with tender care. 

Surely my love will meet 3'ou there. 



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'With arrows of light from the quiver of noon.' 
Photo by Oliver T. Waite. In Pcnn. 



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Only a boinch of violets sweet, 
Telling the story of lovely spring; 
Shyly they bloom where the birds retreat, 
Near by the woodland their songs to sing. 
Blue are the skies on a summer day. 
Blue are the hills in the far-away; 
Blue are these violets, yet, 'tis true. 
Lovelier still are your eyes of blue. 



REFRAIN 

Only a bunch of violets sweet. 
Only blue eyes they love to meet ; 
So do I send them with joy to you, 
Breathing my love in these violets blue. 



AFTER THE SHOWER 



After the shower comes a golden refrain, 

Nature smiling through tears, joy-tears from the rain; 

After the showers, showers that gladden the earth, 

Blade, blossom, and leaf feel the joy of new birth. 

After our trials are fought one by one. 

Life strengthens and glows when the victory's won. 

After we've wandered astray in life's vale 

Comes a brighter outlook when we strike the right trail. 



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PEEP, PEEP, PEEP 

Way down in the swamp, by the pasture near, 
The first voices of spring, spring actually here. 

Peep, peep, peep. 
They are little peep-frogs in invisible togs, 
Peep, peep, peep. 
When the twilight descends. 
Thus they call to their friends, 
"Spring gently awakes 
iMoni our long slumber takes 
Till vvc peep, peep, peep." 



YELLOW COWSLIPS 

Out in the woods in the early spring 
When the joy of birds just makes them sing; 
Down in the swamp where the alders grow, 
'Twixt mossy bogs where dull waters flow ; 
With bright green leaves, near the mosses old 
Are the early cowslips with hues of gold. 

What a joy supreme, just to wander there 
From bog to bog, look out ! take care ! 
Then a careless tread betrays your feet 
And their muddy tops is m,ud complete ; 
A few more steps and you make a pull 
For the solid ground wath your basket full. 

The songs of spring are in the air. 

The swelling buds their faith declare 

That the w^inter days are past and, gone 

And the green-trimmed boughs are hastening on 

To make the woods a leafy bower 

Where the sunlight shoots its arrow shower. 



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"Peep, peep, peep."' 
"Out in the woods in early spring." 
Photo by Dr. E. F. Beckwith. In Michigan. 



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PEACE 

On the moonlit sands by the summer sea, 
Above, the vast infinity. 
Full of celestial harmony; 
Around, a sweet tranquility. 
The slumbering day's last lullaby, — 
Stilled by the night's soft witchery, 
We sit and dream. 

The world is gone with yesterday ; — 
Beyond, is all a mystery, 
Now, from the Night's divinity, 
Falls with her beauteous drapery. 
Falls en our souls like melody, 
A happy peace. 



DAISIES 

Daisies purple, daisies white. 
Ox-eyed daisies, golden bright ; 
Every little blossom knows, 
When the summer south wind blows. 
Waving grassy slopes in June, 
That its short life endeth soon. 

So it uses all its power. 
Buds are opening every hour. 
Fields of daisies, purest white 
Glisten in the soft sunlight. 
Gaily dotted here and there 
Where the happy children are. 

Picking all they want and more. 
Making daisy chains galore. 
Shouting, laughing, full of glee. 
Not a care, from labor free. 
Daisy time in leafy June 
Perfect chord in Nature's tune. 

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Little ones with smilingr faces 
Comfort us in life's hard places. 




'By the little feet that entered 
In the schoolhouse on the hill. 

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Blue Fringed Gentian 

Blue fringed gentian 

Claims attention 
In September hours; 

Born of sunlight, 

'Tis its birthright, 
Queen of all wild flowers. 

You must travel 

To unravel 
Questions where to find it; 

One year, hither, 

Next year, thither; 
Leaves no trace behind it. 

By the brookside 

Near the noontide. 
There its beauty glows; 

Buds uplifted, 

Opened, rifted, 
^^'hen the sunshine flows. 

Sky blue tinges. 

Dainty fringes 
'Round their lovely bells; 

Is the story 

Of their glory 
That the vision tells. 



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Blue Fringed Gentians. Photo by W. R. Pond. 
In Conn. 



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GOLDENROD 

Near the old stone wall, by the country road, 
Close by the fence, after fields are mowed. 
Bowing politely, to those who had trod 
Over the hills, is the goldenrod. 

All day long with the winds at play. 
Growing in beauty day by day ; 
Counting its bloom as a mass of gold. 
Despising all others as poor and old. 

O, the goldenrod is a proud young thing 
And sways its head with a saucy fling, 
But when you meet it and stop a while, 
It greets you then with a winning smile. 



OCTOBER DAYS 



In the golden haze of October days, 

In the woodland valleys and hills 
There are showers of gold for the leaves grown old. 

Drop fast into Nature's tills. 

Then the prickly burrs, when the sharp wind stirs 

Every branch of the chestnut tree, 
Opened wide by frost, never heed the cost. 

But give of their treasures free. 

O those woodland hills, how their beauty thrills. 

Bright tinted from red to gold; 
'Tis a farewell song while we drift along 

Toward the days when the year is old. 



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'Near the old stone walls by the country road." 
Photo by W. L. Pond. In Brooklyn, Conn. 



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IN THE HIGH-BACK SLEIGH 

Over the hills in the high-back sleigh, 
Over the hills on that sunny day. 
Diamonds on shrubs and ice-bound trees 
Flashed when stirred by the morning breeze, 
For the winter night of mist and rain 
Had trimmed them over and over again. 

Over the hills in the high-back sleigh 
With buffalo robes the cold to stay. 
And soap-stones hot, wrapped snug and neat 
In grandma's shawl to warm your feet. 
One hand sufficient the horse to guide, 
One arm to keep close by your side 

The dearest girl you ever knew. 
With rosy cheeks and eyes of blue, 
And 'neath her hood strayed many a curl. 
Her smiles to wreath, your head to whirl. 
'Twas a joy supreme that winter day 
Over the hills in the high-back sleigh. 

Over the hills in the high-back sleigh — 

When memory brings the far-away, 

You can almost hear the sleigh-bells ring 

And see the white fields hurrymg 

By, as they did that sunny day 

When you rode with her in the high-back sleigh 



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THE RAINY DAY IN JULY 

111 the old red barn on a rainy day, 

In the old red barn where the new-mown hay 

Is piled up high to the rafters near. 

So near that the swallows shake with fear, 

You will find the boys in haying time; 

Up the ladder they love to climb. 

To tumble and roll in the fragrant hay. 

For this is surely a holiday. 

Softly the patter of rain o'erhead 

Like music tempts them to make their bed. 

To lie and sleep 'mid the odors sweet 

While the swallows twitter a tete-a-tete; 

And the tingle on the shingles 

Of the rain-drops falling fast. 

Tells to them a pleasant story, 

That all day the rain will last. 

They have worked so hard in the long hot days, 

So hard in the field where the sun's hot rays 

Have tired them out, that they love to keep 

Up in the hay-mow fast asleep; 

And this rainy day in hot July 

To the farmer boys, like a berry pie 

That mother made, is a welcome treat 

And the rest they gain is a rest complete. 



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THE SEA 

By the rolling sea, on the wave-beat shore, 
Is the place I love when the breakers roar; 
When the howling winds drive the angry skies 
Till the shadows grow where the sea-gull flies. 

When the cloudless sky wears a turpoise hue, 
Then the sea replies with a deeper blue ; 
And its feathery edge a white rim shows 
Where thie sandy beach in the sunlight glows. 

How the moon's soft rays, in the summer night. 
On the dimpling waves paint a path of light ; 
And the stars like diamonds gleam afar, 
While the sea sobs low on the harbor bar. 

There's never a day and never an hour, 
When by the sea, but we feel its power ; 
And whether its mood be wild or tame, 
Its spell is over us just the same. 

The years will come and the years will go 
While ever its tide will ebb and flow ; 
And never its breast rest quietly 
Till it laps the shore of eternity. 



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"By the rolling sea, on the wave-beat shore. 
On Massachusetts Coast 



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SCHOOLDAYS IN THE COUNTRY 

In the dewy morning, over hills and dales. 

Merry voices ringing, shining dinner-pails; 

Up the hill they scramble towards the schoolhouse door, 

Just as you and I did, — many years before. 



Little barefoot Tommy, Rob and sister Sue, 
Curly-headed Alary in her suit of blue. 
" ' ' " ' " es all aglow. 

in his toe. 



Curly-headed JMary m her suit of blue. 
Row by row they're seated, faces all agl( 
'Cepting "Stubby Peter," sliver in his to 



Teacher calls to order, "Class in 'rithmetic, 
Places at the blackboard, every one be quick." 
How the chalk does rattle till the problem's done; 
Bennie proves the victor, calls out "Number one." 

Now the writing lei,son ; see them try to write, 
Noses near the paper, some with tongue in sight; 
Little heads a-twisting, think they'll do it better; 
Gracious! what an effort, just to make a letter. 



So the lessons follow till the noon is near ; 
Then a solemn stillness while they wait to hear 
Just a little tingle, then with rush and roar, 
From the desks and benches, out the schoolhouse door 



Pour the lads and lasses, bound to have some fun, 
Every minute precious till the clock strikes one. 
"School-days in the country''; were you ever in it? 
What a world of gladness pressed in every minute. 



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Come on in, the water is fine. 
Photo by W. R. Pond 



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THE SEA MYSTERY 

There's a charm unknown to the dweller far 
From the sandy shore where the breakers are. 
To feel the spell that will round you twine, 
In the summer even on the sand recline, 
While the rosy glow of the waning light 
Waves a parting kiss to the starry night. 

Over the sea, over the sea. 

Gaze while the waves chant a soft melody, 

Lapping incessantly, lapping the shore. 

Giving and taking, but taking far more, 

Till the curves on the beach grow wnde in their reach 

And the undertow carries the sand to its store. 

Over the sea, over the sea. 
Look till enthralled by the sea mystery, 
Your life in the past dissolves from your view 
And you seemingly enter the far -away blue. 

Tis the charm of the sea, clinging, holding you tight 
That keeps you, a watcher, far into the night 
Till, breaking its spell, you wander away. 
But know it will draw you again some day. 



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THE OLD WOOLEN JACKET 

How dear to my heart are the clothes of my childhood, 

Though rarely, if ever. I had any new. 
The straw hat, the jumper, the pants that were patched 
good ; 

No bare spots appeared till my feet came in view. 
The old woolen jacket that hung by the door; 

How often at night on returning from school, 
I found it the source of exquisite comfort 

To button it tight when the weather was cool. 

The old woolen jacket, 
The patch-covered jacket, 
The heavy, warm jacket 
That hung by the door. 

That old woolen jacket, A^hen new, was a beauty, 

And worn by the brother then oldest in line, 
I'Vom brother to brother it slowly descended 

I'ntil at the last that jacket was mine. 
'Twas stretched in the arm-holes, 'twas torn in the 
collar; 

Its colors were many, like Joseph's, of old. 
Though striped in front and patches around it. 

In the cold winds of winter 'twas better than gold. 

The old woolen jacket. 
The patch-covered jacket. 
The heavy, warm jacket 
That hung by the door. 
Near "Mie old oaken bucket." 



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HAYING, SOME MEMORY TALKS 

Did you ever smell the new-mown grass. 
Or ever have leisure the time to pass, 
Though short, yet sweet, in the field to rest 
While the haying season was at its best? 
If so, you heard the birds' sweet song. 
You watched, you listened, and waited long. 
And shortened the time for your homeward walk 
You can't forget, there'll be memory talk 

In a quiet way, 
Of the pleasures you had that summer day. 

Down in the meadow in haying time, 

In days of old, when the scythes would chime, 

While the men, in shirts and overalls. 

Would whet them sharp for many falls 

Of the waving grass into winrows sweet, 

And the straw-hat boy with scratched bare feet 

Would spread it wide with his two-tined fork; 

Is the place that makes my memory talk 

In a quiet wa.v, 
Of the old home farm and making hay. 

And then, in the fervid afternoon 
We would rake the hay up none too soon, 
For the thunder-heads in the west appeared 
Like fleece from a sheep that was newly sheared.; 
No time to waste, 'twas the workers' test, 
For the clouds grew darker in the west, 
'Twas a rush to the barn, to run, not walk; 
And that, too, makes my memory talk 

In a quiet way, 
Of how we escaped the shower that day. 



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IN THE FOREST 

Roaming idly in the forest 

In the leafy jnonth of June, 
Is a charm that wraps the senses. 

When all nature is in tune. 
Beautiful in early morning 

Just to wander, careless, free, 
In the silence that is broken 

Only by the melody 
Of the happy, joyous songsters. 

Praise of nature they intone 
Far above the danger region, 

Each a king upon his throne. 

Sit upon the bank and listen 

While the brook across your path 
Ripples soft, and sunlight arrows 

Shoot a beauteous aftermath. 
Watch the branches gently swa> ing. 

Bowing to the summer breeze ; 
See the lights and shadows playing. 

Woodland fairies 'mid the trees. 
Then look upward through the rift'ng. 

See the glorious azure blue 
Hovering over little cloudlets, 

Tiny cloudlets, white and new. 
You will love her kindly wooing. 

Feel the grasp of Nature's hand. 
Giving you the strength for doing, 

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ONE SUMMER NIGHT 

Breaking gently in milky foam. 
Then returning, again to come; 
Constant never. 
Coqueting ever. 
Trimming with lace the curving shore, 
With silver fringing it o'er and o'er; 
Thus did the waves, one summer night, 
While we watched them play in the mellow light. 

The moon looked down on an opal sea, 
Which softly sang a lullaby; 
Born of the spirit of sad unrest. 
Flashing the diamonds on its breast. 

O, never a fairer sight was seen 
Than met our gaze that summer e'en; 
The long white reach 
Of the sandy beach, 
Bathed in a marvelous pearly light, 
Beckoned us on through the beauteous night; 
It seemed like a walk on the Heavenly shore, 
By the bou::dless sea of the Evermore. 

'Twas a night to live in memory, 

Just the fairest picture there. 

To calm the troubled spirit. 

Like the breath of an angel's prayer. 

A haze, like the rainbow's shadow, 
Crept down the arched sky, 
Weaving with warp of moonlight ■ 

A royal canopy, 
Whose folds were pinned with starlights, 
Whose beauty draped the sea, 
And all the realm of nature 
Was one grand harmony. 

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'The moon looked down on an opal sea." 
On Massachusetts Coast 



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THE ANGELS' SWEETEST SONG 

'Twas at the hour of midnight, 

When earth in slumber lay, 
I dreamed of heavenly music 

Coming from far away ; 
A melody far sweeter 

Than mortals ever heard, 
It drew me nearer, nearer, 

My very soul was stirred. 

Whence came this wondrous music? 

No being on this earth 
Could ever write its pages, 

Or ever give it birth ; 
The harmony was perfect. 

It could not be surpassed, 
I listened, fondly hoping 

That it might always last. 

Then fled the dark of midnight, 

The heavens opened wide, 
I saw the angels singing, 

Before the Crucified, 
Ten tho-usand times ten thousand, 

Unnumbered was the throng, 
And like the waves of ocean 

The music rolled along. 

The stars no longer glittered 

And vanished one by one. 
Awed by the matchless glory 

That in the heavens shone ; 
Triumphant was the music. 

Naught could resist it long. 
And I had heard in dreamland 

The angels' sweetest song. 



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A Song 
RINGING OF THE CHIMES 

Chimes were sweetly ringing, 

Ringing one summer eve, 
Dropping their musical diamonds 

Down in a fairy sieve 
Made by the lights and shadows 

Floating beneath the trees, 
Gently woven together 

By the soft evening breeze. 

Chimes were ringing, ringing, 
Ringing each joyful bell, 

Dropping their musical diamonds 
The old, old songs to tell. 

Sitting there, I listened, 

Listened to hear their ring; 
Ringing the old-time music, 

Songs ^hat I used to sing; 
Then, when their musical story 

Ended at twilight's fall, 
\\'aves of the past were bringing 

Songs from my memory's hall. 

Chimes were ringing, ringing. 
Ringing each joyful bell. 

Dropping their musical diamonds 
The old, old songs to tell. 

Long-lost melodies, creeping 
Out of the sands of time. 
Tuned by my fanciful musings, 



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Tuned to a tone sublime ; 
Moonlight, shadowy visions, 

Visions of olden times, 
Folded their charms around me. 

Moved by the ringing chimes. 

Chimes were ringing, ringing. 

Ringing each joyful bell, 
Dropping their musical diamonds 

The old, old songs to tell. 

(One summer eve, while sitting under the trees in the Boston 
public garden, near to the many churches.) 



A Song 
A LIGHT FROM PARADISE 

I dreamed that I sailed on a river fair 

Towards the heavenly Jerusalem, 
While from far away, all the golden da}', 

Came sweet songs from the angels' home. 

A storm swept the waters, the daylight fled. 
Dark the night, fierce the wind and cold. 

B.ut I knew that the King of that heavenly land 
Would bring me safe into His fold. 

I dreamed that the King sent his angels down. 
That they played on their harps of gold, 

Till the storm was stilled and my soul was thrilled 
While the harmonies upward rolled. 

The darkness of night sped softly away, 

Ne'er a cloud in the sky's blue dome. 
Then a glorious Light shone from Paradise 

And I knew I was almost home. 



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THE COTTAGER 

When the setting sun with its slanting rays 
On the fleecy clouds paints a crimson blaze, 
And the sparrow's nest in the roof of thatch, 
Then his door swings with its loosened latch, 
And the cottager loves in his easy chair 
To sit and rest in comfort there. 

To him kind Nature gifts will bring, 
The flowers will bloom, the birds will sing, 
And the waving srrass on the hillsides green 
Is a picture fair as the eye hath seen; 
y\nd though he works and digs the ditch, 
He envys not the idle rich. 

For when his long days' work is done, 
Work since the rising of the sun, 
His little children often come 
To meet him ere he reaches home. 

And happy pass the evening hours 
Amid the vines and leafy bowers 
That cluster round his cottage door ; 
Contented there, he wants no more. 

There's happiness in country life, 
Free from the endless toil and strife 
That often mar and leave their trace 
On many a one-time happy face. 



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"In the shade of the old garden api)le tree resting." 
Photo by E. R. Bolander 

SPRINGTIME 

In the shade of the old garden apple tree resting; 

While breezes play softh' 'mid blossoms and leaves, 
And in its green branches the robins are nesting; 

Glad notes of the springtime my fancy receives. 
A perfume delicious my breath is inhaling, 

The arch of the sky wears a lovely May blue, 
And over its sea the white clouds are sailing, 

Till, harbored in sunlight, they vanish from view. 

Now down by the meadows where flowers are springing, 

The swallows are curving in crescents of light, 
While sweet on the air falls the jubilant' singing 

Of birds new redeemed from the winter's long night 
O, glorious springtime, when earth is awaking. 

And Nature in beautiful garments is dressed ; 
Thy smile giveth life to each day's undertaking, 

Thy generous heart ever brings us the best. 

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FALLING LEAVES 

Falling leaves, falling leaves, 

Back to earth, 
Back to the source that gave them birth. 
So do we, life's voyage past. 
Take down the sails, release the mast. 
And through the breakers, cross the beach 
Our Father's welcome home to reach. 



THAT MORNING RIDE 

'Twas a happy couple that summer morn 
Bill tooted and tooted his auto horn, 
And Molly beside him, dressed in white, 
Was very bewitching, a lovely sight. 

The ride by many fertile farm 
With its fields of corn gave added charm. 
And the Jersey cows were chewing over 
Again their feed of sweetest clover. 

Bill looked at Moll, Moll looked at Bill. 
There were hunger signs though thev kept still. 
At last Bill said, "What shall we eat? 
Berries and cream would be a treat. 

There's a basketful in the box behind 
With a jar of cream, of the Jersey kind. 
Saucers and spoons you'll find there, too ; 
Now Molly dear, it's up to you." 

They stopped beneath a royal oak, 
So full of joy that neither spoke; 
Those berries and that Jersey cream 
Soon vanished like a summer dream. 



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THE WINTER DAY 

Bright is the dawn of the winter morn 

And icy the winds that blow 
Through the valleys and over the hills, 

Curling the drifts of snow. 

The storm is over, the stars grow dim, 

The moon sinks in the west, 
A rosy glow on the hills of snow, 

A morning with beauty blest. 

In the forest nook, by the ice-bound brook, 
The pine trees wear a shroud. 

And over their green its folds are seen 
White as a summer cloud. 

Now the sleigh bells ring, and the horses fling 
Their hoofs on the polished road, 

And the happy throng, as they glide along, 
Is life with joy o'erflowed. 

There's a charming play of the winter day 
On the heart, with a touch that thrills, 

And the cords of life grow strong for strife 
And the soul with courage fills. 



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The Winter Day. In Connecticut 



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POPPING THE QUESTION 

Miss Sallie sat by the window, 

Waiting for Jimmie to come, 
Daintily clad in her Sunday's, 

Chewing her spearmint gum, 
Thinking and thinking and hoping, 

Hoping tonight he would pop, 
For Jim had a bad hesitation, 

When started, 'twas that made him stop. 

Mother was near in the kitchen, 

Daddy reading by dim candle light, 
Moonlight outside was bewitching, 

Now surely he'd pop it tonight. 
Soon Jimmie appeared in the gateway. 

Quick Sallie met him at the door, 
"Nice evening," he said with a stutter. 

Then stopped for he couldn't say more. 

In the parlor they sat on the sofa, 
But Jimmie in silence remained, 

I'll pop it myself, thought Miss Sallie, 
And then there will be something gained. 

So laying her head on his shoulder, 
She gave him a gentle caress, 
"Will you marry me, Jimmie," she uttered. 

And Jimmie quite faintly said "Yes." 



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POEMS FROM LIFE'S EXPERIENCE 



THE SCHOOL EXHIBITION 

The skool exhibition, why a'nt you a-goin*? 
They say that our skolars will make a big showin'; 
The hull skool cummitty will be there ter-night, 
And the children will bring lots of candles to light. 

Down in the Smith Valley they had one last night, 
And them as has seen, sed 'twan't much of a sight; 
And in the Jones deestrick they didn't do well, 
But we'll show 'em how, make 'em think for a snell. 

Jim's a-practicin' now, every evening this week. 
He's up in the atick, you kin hear his boots squeak; 
He's goin' ter speak of an Injun so brave 
That he'd swim till he drowned, 'fore he'd be a darn 
slave. 

You know, our Salomie'll stand up and recite, 
She'll look terribul nice, goin' ter dress all in white. 
Jed Stebbins, he's borrowed a yaller box sleigh, 
Throw'd out all ther seats, put in sum bog hay. 

An' reckins he'll carry ez many's a duzen. 
By usin' two bosses, got one from his cuzin. 
Cy, he'll do the drivin' and Jed pack 'em in. 
They're sure ter git there 'fore the show will begin. 

Don't sit there a-smokin', just finish yer chores, 
Put on yer black trowses, them others is tore; 
Be sure and start arly, take Jim and Salome, 
After washin' the dishes, I'll ride down with Jerome 



POEMS FROM LIFE'S EXPERIENCE 



THE HUSKING PARTY 

There is going to be a husking 

At the William Potter farm, 
And I know by what they're doing, 

It will surely be a charm; 
Many shocks of corn are standing 

In the barn along the floor, 
Overhead are rows of lanterns, 

New and shiny, by the score ; 
They have searched the wood and marshes 

For the best of evergreens, 
Made them into cozy bowers, 

Bowers fit for Fairy Queens. 

When the husking time is over 

Farmer boys will clear the floor, 
Teddy Roose will play the fiddle 

While they dance an hour or more ; 
Then will come the time for :; upper, 

Supper fit for any king. 
Pies and doughnuts, cakes and jellies. 

Just the best of everything; 
Cider sweet, fresh from the presses, 

Made of apples ripe and red. 
Even now it makes me thirsty ; 

It will never swell yo,ur head. 

"Mary, dear, I'm here to ask you. 

May I call for you tonight? 
May I take you to the husking? 

It will give me great delight ; 
If I chance to find a red ear 

I shall claim a prize from you, 
So I want you close heside me. 

Watching with your eyes of blue." 
"Yes, indeed, I thank you kindly. 

Call for me, I'll gladly go ; 
But be careful, do not lead me 

Underneath the mistletoe." 



P0£MS from LIFE'S EXPERIENCE 



THE SUMMER NIGHT , 

Soft whispering in the leaf}^ trees, 
The sUimber-soothing gentle breeze 
With fairy wand disturbs the air, 
Filled with the breath of roses rare. 

Descending in the languorous night, 
With silent move, the moonlight bright 
Creeps through the windows just to peep 
At white-robed darlings, lost in sleep. 

O summer night ! 'tis Nature's sleep. 
O'er all the earth its rest will creep, 
And he who daily does his best, 
Will largest share in Nature's rest. 



ALONG THE RIVER BANKS 

Along the river banks we wandered, you and I, 
Full happy in today and thoughts of by and by ; 
Above the shaded path the gentle summer breeze 
Seemed whispering a song amid the hustling leaves 

Along the river banks we wandered, you and I, 
The brightest day in June, beneath a cloudless sky; 
The river glided on 'twixt banks of emerald green, 
Bedecked with lovelv flowers, kind Nature's smiles 



Along the river banks, I never can forget 
Those happy hours we spent in memory linger yet ; 
Upon the bank we sat, charmed with the summer night, 
Born of the sunset rays and fading soft twilight. 

Along the river banks, 'twas in the long ago. 
And there we made our vows, together we would go 
Along the stream of life, each in each other's care. 
Contented on our way, all joys and griefs to share. 

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IN THE TRUNDLE-BED 

Three little tots in the trundle-bed, 
To the land of Nod in their dreams have fled, 
And often a smile, while you gaze, appears 
Which the fairies gave to the little dears. 

The three little tots in the trundle-bed, 
Would lie so still till their prayers were said, 
But after mother had said good-'night. 
And tucked them into the bed-clothes tight, 

They would tumble and roll till you couldn't tell 
Where Tommy began, or which was Nell, 
And Jimmie, the leader, would shout with glee 
While his head would bob where his feet should be 

And Tommy by poking the sheet up high 
Would make a white tent in which they could lie; 
They frolicked and laughed, were a noisy crew, 
Each tried to do more than the others could do. 

But tired at last, father's voice they heard, 
"Children, keep still," soon they hardly stirred. 
So the three little tots in the trundle-bed. 
To the land of Nod then quickly fled. 



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